Chapter 70 — The Dog and I (4)

Granted permission to serve, Helen crawled toward the bed where Roan sat. As Helen reached out her hand, the whip landed on the back of it with a light smack.

"Hyik...."

"With your mouth."

"...Yes. Master...."

With reddened eyes, Helen glanced up at Roan once, then buried her face between his legs.

'To think it's this hard....'

Through his trousers, which were filled out all the way to just below the belt buckle, something rigid could be felt. A texture she had never experienced before. How could Master's member be this hard?

Helen's cheeks grew hot.

Whether it was due to her imagination, or because she kept rubbing her face between his thighs, she could not tell.

Belts were inherently objects designed to be undone with two hands. Using only lips, teeth, and tongue without fingers, unfastening a belt was no easy task.

Because it took her a long while to undo the belt, Helen could fully feel that the front of Roan's trousers was damp and radiated heat.

'Master is waiting. If I don't hurry....'

But Master was kind.

A time when she had been seized by knights or priests of the Order and forced to 'reflect' suddenly came to mind.

They would have kicked her, slapped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her cheek,

or grabbed her by the hair long before now.

Helen deliberately shook her head.

She was Master's bitch.

She must not think of others.

From now on, the only one she must think of and serve with all her heart was Master.

Helen devoted herself earnestly to undoing the buttons.

Finally, Helen lightly bit the trousers with her teeth and pulled them downward.

"Hngh...."

Her face buried in Roan's groin, Helen inhaled, sounding both exhausted and startled.

The warm, damp atmosphere was mingled with the sweet scent wafting from the Emperor. Without realizing it, Helen licked the wet underwear once.

"...Helen."

At Roan's stern voice, Helen flinched, then rubbed her cheek against the center of the erect shape.

"I'm sorry. Master. It was just too...."

Helen's gaze was fixed on the tip protruding outside the underwear.

"Too commanding, that I just...."

Her tongue touched the extremely heated member.

Through the damp underwear, her warm, wet tongue stimulated the shaft.

I had been staring blankly as Helen whimpered and unfastened the belt, and I nearly flinched involuntarily.

Feeling a surge of emotion, I called her name. In response, Helen said something admirable and rubbed her cheek against the towering erection. The Saintess with sacred, mystical sky-blue hair was now nothing but a bitch excited at the thought of servicing a cock.

...A fine sight.

The urge to thrust myself into that mouth surged fiercely, but not much time remained. Exhaling a sigh, I savored her reaction.

"...!"

As if relieved to be freed when the underwear was removed, the fully swollen lower half sprang outward.

Seeing the shaft glistening with precum dripping steadily, Helen's eyes flew wide open.

Her pretty lips parted unconsciously.

"Th-this... sort of...."

"What is it, Helen."

Helen's voice trembled.

"So, large..., Master's...."

Her plump, small lips carried lewd words.

"...cock..., so... big...."

As if preening, the aroused member twitched on its own. Helen, who had been staring blankly at it, snapped back to her senses belatedly, as if remembering her task.

"Th-then..., I shall serve you..., Master."

Lowering her head to the floor in a show of respect, Helen carefully licked the tip and placed it inside her mouth.

Roan swallowed a groan.

He felt strength unconsciously entering his thighs, waist, and buttocks.

The moment his member, which had been awaiting release for a long time, entered something wet and hot.

All five senses were already racing toward climax.

'Fuck, no, dammit, Donghae Sea and Baekdu Mountain....'

Though it felt pathetic to cling to patriotism only at times like this, coming the instant he entered Helen's mouth was absolutely unacceptable.

After exhaling a few sighs and barely subduing the sensation of climax, Roan, as if overcome by impulse, grabbed Helen's hair and shoved his length deep inside.

"Huuup...!"

At the object suddenly rammed into her mouth and throat, Helen made a choked sound. Her convulsing throat and mouth tightened mercilessly around the shaft and tip.

"Nngh, hrngh! Hngh...!"

Helen's body began to tremble violently.

Only when her eyes began to roll upward ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠did Roan pull her head back.

"Keok, keoheok...! Huaa, haa, haaaa...."

Shedding tears and snot, Helen coughed with a face flushed bright red. But the bitch, grasping her duty, soon apologized.

"I-I'm sorry..., ke-heuk, Master...."

Helen quickly took Roan's member deep into her mouth and swallowed again. She tried to take it to the depth Roan had rammed in earlier in a single motion, but it was not easy; physiological reactions were beyond Helen's control.

After sucking his member deep into her throat several times and pulling back, Helen eventually retched.

"Urp..., hngk...."

Roan looked down at Helen and spoke.

"Hmph, pathetic."

"Hngh, I-I'm sor...."

"Your throat cunt needs training."

"Yes, yes, training...."

With her focus half-dissolved, Helen rubbed her face against Roan's slick member again.

"Training, grant training to this lacking bitch..., please, Master...."

When the square end of the Demon Beast Whip touched her cheek, Helen's body flinched. But Roan's voice, as he spoke to his still-unskilled bitch, was gentle.

"After several tries, your throat cunt will be tamed to fit my size too. Isn't that right, Helen?"

"Haa..., yes, Master...."

She seemed excited by the mere thought. Helen's words lengthened drawlingly.

"To fit... Master's... large cock..., train this bitch's throat cunt..., please...."

"Very well."

"Hmbp...!"

Grabbing Helen's head, Roan shoved her mouth onto his length, fitting it precisely.

"Hrr, oonng..., nngh...!"

Helen's throat bulged desperately as if searching for oxygen. But blocked by the huge penis, she could not breathe. The glans was completely plugging the passage to her throat.

Helen's fingertips twitched anxiously. Her shoulders had already ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been quivering.

While Roan roughly held her head and moved it back and forth as if shaking an onahole, Helen's dark blue eyes gradually rolled further upward.

The whites encompassed most of her eyes, and even her body's struggling began to subside. Only then did Roan pull her head back.

"Euuu... kheup, heeuuup..., heu-keup...."

Staggering as if she had lost consciousness, her head lay limp on his thigh. Only after a short while did she desperately gasp in air and break into coughing.

She was not yet fully free. The tip of the glans remained caught inside her mouth.

But the fact that air could enter through her throat gave Helen immense relief.

Rubbing the tip against Helen's warm lips, Roan spoke gently.

"When the semen comes out, don't swallow. Hold it in your mouth."

"Hmbp, huuup...."

With the glans still in her mouth, Helen nodded her head slightly. Confirming that she had understood, Roan immediately grabbed the back of Helen's head and thrust upward again.

"Hurp...!"

He had barely been enduring the climax that had already risen to the very brink. Roan pushed Helen's head down to his base and pulled it back several times.

Strength surged back into his thighs.

"Hrup, hmbpp, huuup...!"

Thick semen began gushing out into her mouth. Helen's eyes flew wide open.

The amount was tremendous.

Between Helen's lips, containing the penis writhing as it ejaculated, semen overflowed, leaking out.

His eyes, half-closed as he looked down at her, fixed on her lips. Helen grew flustered.

So, without thinking, she swallowed the liquid continuously pouring into her mouth once. Gulp.

Seeing her throat move, Roan's eyes narrowed further. With a terrified expression, Helen began holding the semen that Roan's member was pumping out to the last drop.

Roan withdrew his member from her mouth. Helen wore an abashed expression, cheeks puffed out and lips pressed tightly shut.

"Open your mouth."

"Haa...."

Helen held her head up straight and opened her mouth.

The white, semi-translucent liquid pooled inside.

As Roan stroked Helen's cheek with the tip of the whip, her body flinched. The semen she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had collected in her mouth sloshed gently.

"A cum-receptacle, swallowing without permission."

"..."

Since no order had been given to close her mouth, Helen simply stared at her master with anxious eyes, mouth still open.

"My bitch has a long way to go."

The lamenting voice of the Emperor was sweet.

My bitch.

The vulgar words asserting ownership sounded more beautiful than anything to Helen.

His bitch forever.

Helen recalled. He was a strict master who beat her thighs until blood burst out, but at the end of it all, a master who shared gentle warmth.

A master who always tormented her into a mess, yet if she endured the punishment well, smiled kindly and stroked her hair. That was why Helen could feel joy.

Though her jaw ached from keeping her mouth wide open to prevent spillage, Helen willingly waited for her beautiful master's command.

After observing her for a long moment, Roan finally gave the order.

"Slowly, chew it well, and swallow."

Closing her mouth again, Helen nodded and began gradually swallowing the liquid imprisoned inside. Her small lips moved, nibbling softly.

Roan used the whip to part Helen's lips.

Her slick mouth was filled with the scent of the semen Roan had released. Helen closed her mouth and lowered her head deeply.

"Master, I ate it gratefully and deliciously...."

"Was it so delicious that you swallowed it on your own?"

Helen abruptly wore a frightened expression and nodded.

"Yes, because I didn't want to spill...."

"Our bitch speaks such pretty words."

At Roan's praise, Helen smiled blankly. However, the smile vanished entirely at his next words.

"But you are too unskilled. An order is an order. Isn't it?"

"Haaaa..., yes, Master...."

Helen glanced anxiously at the Demon Beast Whip in Roan's hand.

As a child, Helen had been struck by that whip once. While cleaning the stable, she had been caught secretly stroking a horse by the stable-keeper.

How dare a lowly wretch touch a knight's precious horse? The stable-keeper brandished that whip wildly. Helen had screamed, desperately shielding her face with her emaciated arms.

The pain had felt like being cut.

What about now?

Helen's breathing grew rough without her realizing. Seeing her large breasts rise and fall, Roan noticed that she was anticipating it.

Roan's eyes sharpened.

"What happens to a bitch who does not obey orders?"

"She is punished..., punished, Master...."

"Come up."

Roan indicated the head of the bed with the tip of the riding whip.

"Place both hands on the wall, and kneel."

Helen's blue eyes began to tremble.

Tense, Helen swallowed dryly and barely managed to answer.

"Ahh..., gulp, understood, Master...."

The naked Saintess slowly moved her steps.

She turned her body away from Roan and knelt facing the headboard.

Despite several bouts of rough treatment, her flowing hair showed no signs of tangling and moved softly. Helen swept the hair over both shoulders. The sky-blue locks cascaded down her voluptuous breasts and fell to the sides.

Helen spread both arms wide and pressed them against the wall.

It was a posture that, at first glance, could even seem sublime.

When Roan's whip touched her slender nape, a small moan escaped Helen's lips.

"Hiit...."

Even seen from behind, her opulent breasts exuded presence, along with her slender waist and the firm, prominent buttocks below.

The red handprints on her swollen buttocks and the blood-colored switch marks beneath them.

The noble back view of the Saintess was utterly lewd.

Framing that obscenity was her arousal fluid, stickily flowing between her spread legs.

Having traced her body in sequence, the riding whip touched near her vaginal opening. Helen's body now quivered, no longer able to conceal its trembling.

The Demon Beast Whip, which had moved between her thighs to collect some of her fluids, was brought before Helen's eyes.

"Helen. Do you see?"

"Hnnngk, Master...."

"This is the cunt-juice you leaked. Do you see?"

"Hrgh, yes, I see...."

Helen turned her head. But Roan gripped her hair and redirected her gaze with the end of the whip.

"You ate the cum I told you not to, freely, and you freely leaked the cunt-juice you were not supposed to spill. Isn't that right?"

"Hngk, yes, Master, hugh...."

"You must be punished, no?"

"Yes...."

Forehead resting against the wall, Helen murmured as if in elation.

"Master's punish-ment..., I shall accept...."

The whip sliced sharply through the air.